by Shay Savage
It didn’t, but my head continued to spin.
“Liam, you need to sit down,” Tria said. I nodded, and she helped me over to the edge of the building and sat me down on the grass.
My stomach rolled again, but apparently I wasn’t going to puke. I didn’t think I had consumed that much champagne, but evidently I was a little low on tolerance these days. It hadn’t seemed like too much, but my spinning head disagreed. Of course, there were the whiskey shots before we headed to the wedding as well, but that had been hours ago.
I realized Tria was trying to talk to me, but my ears were ringing, and I couldn’t make out what she was trying to say. When I didn’t respond, she placed her hands on my cheeks and turned my head to look at her.
“Do I need to take you to the hospital?” Her words finally broke through the haze, and I shook my head a bit.
“I’m fine,” I tried to say, but I wasn’t sure how it came out. I grabbed the tie and pulled the knot out and then unbuttoned the first three buttons of my shirt.
Tria sat back on her heels and sighed heavily.
“I wish I had my purse,” she mumbled.
I tilted my head to look up at her, then down to the little clutch purse wrapped around her wrist. I knew I had gone back for it—I wasn’t that out of it—so what was she complaining about?
“Not this one,” she said. “My purse.”
Of course—the Yeti’s U-Haul.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because then I would have what I need!”
“What’s that?”
“Pepto, some antacid tablets, tissues, water—you know.”
I shook my head and tried not to laugh. Laughing would definitely hurt. I leaned my head against the brick wall behind me.
“You sure you’re okay?” Tria asked again.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Okay, then,” Tria said as she straightened her back and squared her shoulders. “In that case, we need to have something absolutely clear between us.”
Her posture and words scared me a little, and when I got a good look at her face, illuminated by the glow of the streetlights, I knew I was in a lot of trouble.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t you ever, ever,” she said as her eyes blazed at me, “tell me to shut up again. If I have something to say, I’ll fucking say it. You got that?”
I swallowed hard.
“I got it.”
“I want your word,” she said. “That seems to matter to you, at least. Promise me, and don’t you dare break this promise.”
I went a little cold.
“I give you my word,” I told her. “I promise I won’t do that again.”
She nodded once before she helped me stand on shaking legs, and we both headed to the side of Sophia’s where everyone was parked. Like some sort of mind reader, Damon was standing just outside the car. He opened the back door as we approached.
“Home?” he asked quietly as we settled in.
I leaned my head back against the seat and grunted some sort of affirmative answer.
“My purse is back at your uncle’s,” she said. “And my clothes—we’ll have to go back there first.”
“All of your belongings are in the trunk, Miss Lynn,” Damon informed her. “Is there something you would like out of it now? I could retrieve it for you.”
“Oh, I can get it!” Tria responded with a bit of a blush as she reached for the door.
“Please, Miss Lynn,” Damon said with a smile as he got out of the car and leaned into the window. “Allow me.”
“Always prepared, aren’t you?” I called out as Damon handed Tria her purse.
“Not always, Mr. Teague,” he said, “but I do try.”
Tria spelunked around in her purse and pulled out a small black bag tied together with a drawstring. She untied it and pulled out a small pair of folded up shoes. She reached down, removed her heels, and placed the soft-looking shoes on her feet.
“What are those?” I asked.
“Ballet flats,” Tria said. “Those heels were killing my feet.”
“You can do ballet?” I asked, shocked. She’d never said anything about being a ballet dancer.
She laughed.
“Good grief, no!”
“Then why do you have ballet shoes?”
“They’re ballet flats,” she corrected, as if that was going to mean something to me. “Nobody is going en pointe in these. Besides, they fit in my purse.”
“My boots would fit in your purse,” I mumbled.
“Oh, they would not!”
“Bet they would.”
“You just try it!” she said, but I wasn’t about to take that dare.
“Oh, hell no,” I said. “I might never find them again. I love those boots.”
My head was still just a little bit swimmy. I moved over on the bench seat to get closer to Tria and put my head on her shoulder. Her hand came up to my cheek, and her fingers caressed a rough patch by my jaw. I closed my eyes, breathed in her scent, and tried to keep myself from thinking.
Remembering.
There were other weddings—both for family and friends. Most had been festive and fun even when I was a kid. Of course, back then there weren’t any family black sheep to show up and ruin everything for everyone else.
Not sheep—wolf.
The only wolf in the situation now is you.
I wondered how true that statement might be, and the idea of it pissed me off. I wasn’t the one who started all of this unless I was going to be blamed for being a kid and generally stupid about life.
Maybe I was.
I shook my head. I needed a distraction. Thankfully, the most distracting thing in the world was right next to me. I ran my hand up her leg, playing with the funky material of the more flowing part of Tria’s dress. I was glad it wasn’t one of those with the very form-fitting skirts that were hard to move around. This one slid up pretty easily as I wrapped my fingers around her knee and trailed up the inside of her thigh.
“Liam!” Tria said. Her tone demanded my attention even before she grabbed my hand, halting my path. She turned toward Damon, but I knew he wasn’t going to be looking. I kissed her neck and sucked on the skin below her ear.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” I told her. “When I first saw you, I wanted to drop to my knees and beg you to fuck me there in the foyer.”
Tria’s teeth embedded themselves in her lip as she glanced at me shyly. I wondered if she realized how hot that was. The tips of my fingers traced lightly over the skin of her inner thigh, and I felt her shiver under my touch. She tightened her grip around my hand, but she wasn’t really trying to stop me.
“I only got to fuck you once this morning,” I reminded her. “We’re behind schedule.”
“Not in the back of a car with someone else driving!” Tria whispered harshly.
“Well, you can’t do it in the back of a car when you are driving!” I told her. “That would be dangerous!”
Tria stifled a laugh with her hand, which left my hand free to roam around her thigh some more. With my lips, I followed the contours of her bare shoulder, then back up her throat. My mouth covered hers, and the taste of her brought back the urgency of my need for her. I gripped her thigh with one hand while the other grabbed the back of her head, pulling her closer to me as I devoured her lips and tongue. I finally pulled away when I was starting to run out of breath.
“I need you,” I whispered into her ear. The previous tightness in my chest constricted again, and the words came out strained and a lot more desperate sounding than I intended as the weight of the evening crushed me. “I need to be inside you.”
“Not now,” Tria moaned. The tone of her words wasn’t overly convincing, but I slid my hand back down to her knee anyway.
In my experience, sometimes a woman said no when she meant yes, but it didn’t fucking matter—you stopped anyway. She would always let you know if she didn’t really mean it.
Apparently,
Tria was going to stick with the decision even if she was intrigued by the idea. I thought maybe a slightly different route would be all right and would drive her as crazy as she drove me, so I went back to placing soft, open-mouthed kisses on her shoulder.
“I bet you’re wet right now,” I whispered in a low voice. Even if Damon was listening, he wouldn’t have been able to hear me. I ran the tip of my nose up her neck until I reached her earlobe. Still holding her knee, I felt her legs clench and squeeze together, capturing my fingers between her thighs. “I bet you’re thinking about my cock right now, aren’t you?”
Tria let out a little whimper as she glanced toward the front seat.
“You just lay back,” I told her. “Lay back in that seat and think about my cock sliding up into you.”
I drew a little circle with my finger on the inside of her knee, which elicited another whimper as Tria closed her eyes. She clasped my forearm but didn’t push me away. In fact, she pulled me closer.
“You want it, don’t you?” I hummed into her ear, blowing warm breath down her neck. “You want my cock buried in you as much as I want it. Want to feel me over you, pushing you down against the back seat and spreading your legs…”
“Liam,” she moaned with her eyes closed, “please…”
“Please what? Please do it? Please fuck you right here?” I moved my hand partway up her thigh. “What happened to Damon hearing you scream out my name?”
Tria shifted in the seat, rocking her delectable backside back and forth to find some kind of relief, but it wasn’t going to be enough. I grinned, unable to help myself even though my straining cock wasn’t any more comfortable. I moved around a bit as well and let her feel how hard I was against her thigh.
“You do this to me all the time,” I whispered. “Every time I think about you, I get hard.”
I flipped my hand over and grabbed her fingers. I placed them over my crotch and was pretty happy with the pressure she applied against it.
“You want it,” I murmured to her. “You can have it…right now.”
“Not now,” she said again. “When we get back to the apartment.”
I pulled air through my nose, then huffed it back out sharply.
“As soon as we get there,” I said.
Tria nodded vigorously.
“The moment we walk in the door,” I pressed. “Not a second later.”
She nodded again.
“I hope that dress comes off quick,” I said, “because I’m going to grab you and fuck you against the wall.”
“The wall?” she whispered.
“The same wall I wanted to fuck you against since the first time I kissed you,” I confessed. “This time I’m gonna do it, so you better get that dress off as fast as you can, because I’ll rip it up if you take too long.”
“Okay,” Tria said. I watched her throat bob as she looked up at the front seat again. Damon continued to stare straight ahead.
“Actually, forget it. It’ll take too long. You better just plan on getting it out of my way.”
She glanced over at me with wide eyes, and I stared pointedly at her until she nodded. She slid her finger down my shaft as her tongue darted out over her lips.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, too.”
She responded with another stroke down my dick, and I had to brace myself just to keep from coming right in the tux pants. I glanced out the window and noticed we were actually pretty close to our neighborhood, which was a very good thing. I only had to hold my composure for a few more minutes.
When Damon stopped in front of our building, Tria placed all the jewelry she was wearing into the little clutch purse and gave it to Damon to return.
“I’m sure you could keep the purse,” I said with an internal snicker.
“Then I wouldn’t have any place for the jewelry,” Tria replied. “Besides, the only thing I could fit in that tiny purse was my driver’s license and lip gloss. It isn’t good for much of anything.”
I held in a laugh—I didn’t think she would appreciate my commentary, and I had much more important things on my mind anyway, like getting my cock in her.
“The redcoats are coming! The redcoats are coming!” Krazy Katie screamed from the fire escape.
Damon glanced up at her and then at me.
“She’s the neighborhood welcoming committee,” I told him.
He gave me a strange look and smile to match before holding out his hand.
“It was good to see you again, Mr. Teague,” he said. “I hope you won’t stay away quite so long again.”
“It was good to see you, too, Damon,” I replied as we shook hands. I didn’t say anything about how long I might be staying away because forever sounded about right to me, and Damon didn’t have anything to do with that. “Thanks a lot for the lift.”
“Anytime,” he responded. He looked over to Tria and reached for her hand as well. He held it gently in his and patted the top of it with his other hand. “A true pleasure to have made your acquaintance, Miss Lynn.”
“Thank you,” Tria stammered out through a blush. “It was nice to meet you, too.”
Though we walked at a normal enough speed into the building, as soon as the door was shut behind us, I reached out and smacked Tria on the backside.
“Move it!” I commanded. “Get up those stairs!”
She squealed and laughed as she started to run with me at her heels. At least she remembered to have her keys out these days, because I might have busted down our door otherwise. That would have given Krazy Katie something to yell about!
True to my word, as soon as we were inside the door, I kicked it shut and grabbed Tria by the waist. She cried out again as I lifted her and shoved her against the wall between the kitchen and the living room. I yanked up her flowing skirts as she held my shoulders and tried to keep her balance. Under her skirt, I grabbed hold of the lacy panties and tore them off.
“Liam!” Tria complained. “I liked those!”
“They were in my way.” The button and zipper of the tuxedo pants were quickly undone, and I shoved down my boxers just enough to pull out my cock. “Hold on.”
She tightened her grip on my shoulders as I positioned the head of my cock at her opening. She was as wet as I had expected her to be, and I wasted no time reaching around to use her ass for leverage as I shoved deep inside of her.
It was like life and heaven and chocolate. It was like being in the cage but a thousand times more. The truth was, I had no idea what it was like, because it was unlike anything else in the world.
I kept my hand right at her lower back so I could slam into her as hard as I wanted without her hitting the wall that hard. I held her between my hand and the rest of my body as my cock impaled her over and over again. My hips rocked as my glutes clenched. I could feel my pants starting to slide off, but I didn’t care. I just let them fall around my ankles as I kept moving inside of her.
It wasn’t enough. It felt like it would never be enough.
I tried not to think of my father’s hand in hers or his arm around her waist as they danced. I forced away thoughts of his voice in my head as I plunged into Tria’s body—my temple, my salvation.
“Fucking perfect,” I panted into her ear. “That’s what you are. God…Tria…”
I didn’t stop or slow down. If anything, I picked up the pace a little. Tria gripped my shoulders as she just held on tightly. Her heels pressed against my lower back, and she gripped my waist with her legs. I leaned back and looked down to where we were joined, watched my cock move in and out of her, and wondered if anything could be better than this.
“Touch yourself!” I told her. “Reach down there and rub that clit.”
Tria hesitated slightly.
“Do it!” I snapped. “I want to feel you come on me.”
Tria whimpered as she ran her hand down the buttons of my shirt until her fingers reached between our bodies. I watched her first two fingers circle around and around.
“There ya
go,” I said. I leaned back a bit to give her better access and me a better view. I had to bend my knees a little more to ram into her from that angle, and it was a strain on my thighs, but I held steady and refused to alter the rhythm.
I could feel her tensing around me—her legs around my waist, her heels at my back, and her body clenching my cock.
“That’s it—yeah, baby…”
“Ungh!” she cried out as she moved her fingers faster and then pressed down. Her legs shook around me, and her head dropped to my shoulder.
I leaned forward, bringing my chest to hers as I began to thrust into her as hard as I could. I could feel tension building in my legs and my balls as I bottomed out, making her body jump each time.
“You’re mine,” I growled into her ear as I slammed into her again. “Only mine…”
“Yes,” she whispered back to me as she moved her arms around to hold my head to her shoulder as I screamed against her skin and thrust deeply into her, holding my body flush to hers as I emptied into her.
I sank to the floor on my knees, taking her with me. My breath warmed her skin as I panted. I realized my body was shaking a little, and I couldn’t understand why. Images of Tria being held by my father kept flashing through my mind, trying to drive me insane.
“What did he say to you?” I asked quietly.
“Who?”
“My father.”
“Oh,” Tria replied. Her grip tightened in my hair.
“Tell me,” I demanded…or asked…or pleaded.
“He didn’t say much,” she said. “He didn’t have much of a chance. He said you looked happy, and he was glad for that. He asked me if you were doing well—if you were really happy or just putting on a show for the sake of the event.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I said we were happy together,” she responded.
I swallowed hard. I was glad I was already on the floor because I thought my legs might have given out on me otherwise. Tria’s hand ran up the back of my head, fanning my hair out.
“Was that okay?” she asked. “I mean…I didn’t really say anything to him.”